He pulled back slowly. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” The room was dark and all I could see was the outline of his jaw. I picked up my phone and turned on the flashlight. His eyes were dark and molten with desire. If I went ahead with it, it would just be a one-night thing I could forget by the morning. “Yes, I am,” I whispered in response to his question. A smile ghosted on his lips before his lips sealed mine again in a rough kiss. I placed the phone on the bed and it illuminated the room with a dim light. He got off the bed to undress, his hand gripping the hem of his shirt as our eyes met. I saw the hunger and desire in his gaze as he peeled the fabric off his hot body. I swallowed as my eyes roamed over his broad shoulders and toned body. The deep ridges of his body glistened in the low light, each muscle leading down to the V of his hips that disappeared into his trousers. I swallowed hard, trying to look away but I couldn’t. “You like what you see?
“And I’m Mike,” he said as I settled beside him on the bed. The mattress dipped closer when he shifted, his arm brushing mine. My breath hitched. “You warm now?” he asked. “Yeah.” He nodded once, his eyes still on the ceiling. “Good.” The sound of the rain filled the room again, softer now but persistent. I pulled the blanket higher and tried not to notice how close his leg was to mine. “Can’t sleep either?” he asked after a while. I shook my head. “Not with that storm.” “Then don’t try. Just stay still.” I did. The silence between us felt heavy and tense. After a few minutes, I turned to him. “Do you always end up in messes like this?” He smiled faintly. “Not usually. But I don’t mind this one.” “Why?” “Why not?” he asked. “A pretty lady is lying next to me.” I turned my face toward the ceiling, trying to act unaffected, but my chest rose faster than it should. “You don’t even know me,” I said. “I’m learning,” he replied. “You’re stubborn, guarded, and probably thin
“Why the fuck did you turn it off?” I spat.He turned it back on and held the beam on my face. “I asked if you were scared of the dark. You lied apparently.”I glared at him and snatched the torchlight out of his hand. “You’re an asshole.”He smirked. “Maybe. But at least now you’re holding the light.”I wanted to throw it at him, but the storm cracked again and the house shook, reminding me I needed it. My chest rose and fell hard as I gripped the torch tighter.“Where’s your phone?” he asked.“In my room.”“Then I’ll walk you up.”“I don’t need your help.”He stepped closer, his body brushing mine as he leaned past me to glance at the stairs. “You can barely see past your own hand. You're not going alone unless you want to break your neck.”I clenched my jaw but said nothing. The wind slammed against the windows, and I knew he was right. I pushed past him and started toward the stairs, the beam shaking as I held it. He followed right behind me, his footsteps heavy on the creaking
When I pulled up to the house, the sky was already dark, and the rain had started to fall in heavy drops. The air smelled of salt and wet earth and the trees bent hard under the wind. I grabbed my bag from the back seat and ran to the porch, fumbling with the keys as the storm picked up. The wood under my shoes was slick and the sound of thunder rolled across the ocean. I pushed the key in and turned it fast, my breath rushing out when the door opened.I stepped inside and shook the rain from my hair. The place was supposed to be empty, quiet, mine for the weekend, and I wanted nothing more than to drop everything and fall onto the couch. But the moment I set my bag down I froze. There was already a suitcase by the stairs.My chest tightened. I wasn’t alone.I heard movement from the kitchen and tightened my grip on the bag strap. A man walked out, tall, broad-shouldered, with damp hair that looked like he had just come in from the rain. His shirt clung to him and he stopped whe
He switched positions and I was suddenly on top of him. “Go ahead,” he said. “Return the favour, Tiana.”My face turned hot. I had never gone down on a guy before so I was a bit embarrassed. “What’s the hold up, love?” he asked, a teasing smirk on his face. I couldn’t tell him this was my first time giving head so I looked at his cock for the first time. I swallowed, he was big. I leaned down and wrapped my hand around him first, testing how he felt in my grip. His breath hitched and I looked up at him through my lashes. The smirk was gone, replaced with something darker.Slowly, I lowered my head and licked the tip. He groaned, his hand sliding into my hair, not forcing, just resting there. The sound he made sent heat through me so I did it again, longer this time, tasting him.I opened wider and took his length into my mouth, inch by inch. He cursed under his breath and his hips jerked but he stopped himself, letting me find my rhythm. My lips slid down as far as I could take
I heard the ring of the doorbell and I ran downstairs to answer the door. As expected, it was Richard standing there. “Took you long enough,” I said, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him until he stumbled over the threshold.He caught me with one arm and laughed, and the sound filling the hallway. His hand found my waist and heated through my dress. I stepped closer, tasting him before my lips met his.The kiss was soft at first and then it landed like a thing that had been waiting. My hands tangled in his hair and he angled his mouth against mine, patient and urgent at once. I pushed him back and he let himself fall against the hall wall. I kept kissing him until the world narrowed to the press of his body and the beat of my own pulse.“Are you sure about this, Tiana? I’m dangerous,” he breathed between kisses.“Dangerously hot,” I murmured against his lips. His hands slid under my dress, up my thighs and I arched into him. His hands roamed over my body like he had bee